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Men who pause

Scene: Evening at Casa Bix. Esteban and Weetabix are watching a television show where a character has discovered that she has begun menopause.) Esteban: I’ll endeavor to be really understanding of you when you go through menopause, baby. Weetabix: What? Why? Esteban: I’ I don’t know. I just thought that I would’ um’ I don’t […]

Like sands through the hourglass, those are the Barristas of Our Lives

So I’ve been feeling a little svelter this week. I think the boot called Louisiana DID kick my ass or at least slap it around a little. So that means one thing: Time for my weekly foray into reality. Time to try on the Small Jeans. No, they’re not really size Small. They are actually […]

This doesn’t need a title because it will be gone in twelve hours

Did you ever spend so much time with your head upside down that you got a little dizzy? Well,’ a LOT dizzy? Like you feel all of the blood rush to your TONGUE and then you’re feeling like you’ve just been to the dentist or perhaps someone put the spec tongue inside your head instead […]

Marti Noxon is pregnant with Mojo Nixon’s two-headed love child

Random things about the trip to New Orleans: Went to Caf’ Du Monde and tried to do the Sbux thing. ‘I’ll have a mocha with a shot of vanilla.’ But no mocha. No vanilla. You want coffee? They have Caf’ Au Lait. That’s it. You want mocha? Stir in a chocolate bar you buy up […]

Where’s Weetabix

Yes, I know the white shoes look stupid, but they’re comfortable, damn it!

Je veux ‘tre dans ce nombre

The airport smells like red beans and rice with a healthy kick of Tabasco. We take a stretch limo because it is less expensive than taking a cab. From our tinted windows we look at New Orleans, which is poor and crumbled and dirty, or at least the part between the airport and the hotel. […]

This entry fits into the overhead compartment very nicely

Just a quick update to tell you who were sweating over the state of my nonpackedness. Stop it. Don’t go back and reread that sentence. It is SO a word. Because I said so and have I mentioned that I have a degree in English? Yes. Cower in THAT shadow of pomposity, why don’t you. […]

This entry has two bags and a carry on

I should be packing, but instead I’m as not-packing as I possibly can be. I also should have been a good little homemaker and made stroganoff out of the roast tenderloin I made on New Year’s Day, but I had a serious hankering for some tekka maki and sticky rice with shrimp sauce that could […]

Guest Entry: Esteban

On Weetabix My wife, Weetabix, has asked me to write about what it’s like to live with her. She has characterized this effort as a bit of a Christmas present. Now, other than my little foray into cooking, I have not produced anything for her diary. I want to set up a couple of things, […]

Old Year’s Revolutions 2002

Every year I write this sort of introspective summary of the past year. Normally, I do it on December 31, but here it is January 1, 2003 and I am only now writing it. But that’s because I’m in denial that it’s 2003, so shhh, don’t ruin my disillusionment. If you want to see the […]

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